Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reflections, artist - Fliptrix. Album song Polyhymnia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Reflections |
Yo, chilling in the foreign corner, tryna find a quarter |
Thoughts ripple like reflections in the water |
Representative of the poor, but fuck law and order |
The mind taught ya, in time we’ll try and force ya |
Tempt a slug from a Porsche into a Corsa |
And I ain’t even called her, like a broke car they tryna stall ya |
If they fool ya, I ain’t here to school ya |
Just listen, no fees or admission |
No tricks, no magician |
On a mission with a bitch that looks like an Egyptian |
Spit non-fiction, sellouts; |
we ain’t mixing |
With our calibre, from the sword of excalibur |
Break your sound’s limit like pushing the speed-barrier |
I have to laugh at ya, you’re scared of the past, not the few crumbs from the |
hourglass for the final dash |
Me? |
I’m tryna get your granddad’s vinyl stash |
The work-rate'll show you who’s the king when time has passed |
A bag of regrets, a baggy of achievements |
I’ll take a pinch of each and wile the fuck out for an evening |
I’m just tryna add the seasoning, salt on well |
Push it for a reason, cause we just believed in this way of speaking |
Could’a been a dick or been ya hero |
It’s just a gamble; |
Casino without Robert De Niro |
Then people started placing bets on my gang of weirdos |
And looking back they’ll say we ran this |
Keep it deep from where the beard grows |
Many influences: people, substance abuses |
Some good, some fucking useless |
Keep it on the straight and zooted |
Shit was sometimes stupid, heads or tails sonic’s booted out the door |
We called for heads and put it all on music |
Never know the heart-breaker 'til you’ve been a partaker |
Play the game called path-shaper, more points, put your heart face-up |
And looking back, I’m just the keenest guy that’s slack |
That’s putting glasto on the map if you like hip-hop in your raps |
I believed in my dreams, and I always had a plan |
Got regrets, tryna rearrange them like an anagram |
Bullet-proof love to all the fam that’s always had my back |
Now my kids are partly a reflection of the man I am |
They got their own path and don’t need to follow mine |
Anything they need though? |
I’ve always got the time |
Life is how you spend time, and how you feed your mind |
Life is who you inspire, then what you leave behind |
On reflection, it’s easier to see the light |
Than when you’re in the moment, and you can’t read the signs |
You need the time, to heal your mind |
Redesign past thoughts, see what you feel inside |
The freedom of youth, the wisdom of age |
I spent about half my life putting things on the page |
Sitting, analysing, plus maybe fantasising, drifting, and I’m feeling like my |
hand is guided |
Memories are so spectacular |
Reflecting on the past, yet we can’t bring it back for ya |
Fashion might’ve changed but the music stays classic |
No synths, no lasers, no auto-tune, just straight bangers |
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks |
We get the green, pick out the leafs, flip the skin and roll it backwards |
(Jeheezey) |
Take a breath like an asthmatic, then pop the flames off |
Like we’re volcanic |
Never getting no reaction like a broke magnet |
Cat’s go crazy when we rap, like we’re holding catnip |
Back in the day, I go to Brixton jam, get in the club |
With a fake ID, hit the open-mic and fucking smash it |
Now I’m touring round the world, marking off the atlas |
Soon to take this shit galactic |
Receiving what I wish, the future stays attractive |
Walking down the train-tracks at night, with a box of matches |
You might not like to do that, frankly man, I find it magic |
Got caught vandalising trains, I couldn’t stop the habit |
Court-cases, youth-offender work, it was so tragic |
But it led to writing raps it was my rite of passage |
Channel energies in new ways, survive the madness |
Staying true to my roots, never in the system |
Not a victim, never listened |
Did my own thing, I’m ecstatic |
This my job, my life yeah |
I’m forever rapping |
That’s the actions if you really wanna make it platinum |
Dedication to the core’s one love and real passion |
Times past, and turn into history |
What comes next, still remains a mystery |
I look to the past, then onto the future |
Reflecting on my memories, the heavy I salute ya |
Times past, and turn into history |
What comes next, still remains a mystery |
I look to the past, then onto the future |
Reflecting on my memories, the heavy I salute ya |